George Russell x Checo (Sergio)Perez - F1 fanfiction- driverxdriver

Rage

It was a shit race. At least for Checo.

He sat in his driver room frowning, trying to breath through his anger as the failure settled in. The energy and motivation he felt at the start was all gone, fading into raging anger. Maxs victory masked his mess well, like it often did, the feeling of being useless mixing with the disappointment. He could have stood in the podium again if it wasn't for the other idiot, running him of track.

Failing them, failing his career, his entire purpose to be here. A feeling he hadn't felt in a long time, but like the last times he couldn't cope well. He stood up, walking over to the table to grab a bottle of eater. "FUCK" The full bottle flew across the room, bouncing off the wall. More things got through, flying against the window, walls and door. Every bit of frustration blinding him, fury taking over every cell as he flipped the table.

The man could feel his shoulders heavy, skin hot. To hot. "Fucking hell" He kicked his helmet. It hit the stand for his suits, gloved and other helmets everything now coming down as well. His brain was nothing but white noise, constantly letting his instincts take over.

Then there was a commotion in front of his door. Team members discussing loudly, angrily, but they knew not to get in the room now. No one was allowed in. A knock on the door "Checo" He looked back at it, ready to growl back "Go away" Checo suddenly felt his body twitch, his skin felt like it shrunk now being too tight for him. The itch inly got worse making his body feel hot. Out of reflex he kicked a chair, before toppling over screaming against his hands. Saliva dripping from his teeth.

Another knock "Checo, its me" The British accent more noticeable.

As collected as possible the Mexican turned away from the door "Go away." But the door opened. His shoulders tensed up and with wide eyes he turned around. Geroge closed the door behind him, leaning against it a bit.

His scent blockers had clearly worn off and Checo could smell him. He expected fear and disgust but there only was warmth.

"NO, go away." Checo said again "This isn't safe, they shouldn't have let you in, this is dangerous" But the younger driver shook his head "No, you would never hurt me." These words and smell made him stop. A soft sob escaped him "Please Geroge, I...I don't want to say something I will regret." But again, the Briton simply stated "No"

Then the door flew open, pushing Geroge forwards. Checos rage returned, growling dangerously low at the intruder. Max had seen his teammate like this once before "Geroge, what the fuck." The blonde grabbed the other Omega by the arm "They told you not to come in here. What were you thinking." But as soon as his hands closed around the other the Mexican was flaring up, his eyes glimmering darkly.

Promptly Max let go "that's bad, really bad. Damn it Geroge" The Briton whined "He was calming down, I just wanted him to feel better. He took care of me yesterday." Max groaned "Yeah yeah. But this is different. I have call Christian." Gazed fixated on Checo he pulled out his phone "Christian, code red. Yeah. Geroge walked in." He gave the younger a long worried look as he listened in the phone "Not an option, I tried he would attack me."

George was frozen in place. He wanted to protest that Checo would never hurt him or Max but he also never say the Dutch driver so antsy around the Mexican. "Just come over and bring Toto." The call got to an end "Yeah, looks like you need to order some new chairs and a table." Then he hang up.

Checo had started to pace up and down the room, he could smell the team outside. A mixture of all the emotions during the race, it riled him up more. Max stepped back slowly trying to get Geroge to do the same without direction the oldest anger at them "Geroge, please. Just get a bit away from him." The Briton looked at the blonde then at the other driver, shaking his head "No"